I dreamed that twixt two fair far-sundered spheres A bridge of beams was wrought with starry twire, That arched and wound in many a radiant spire Across the gulf of the unpeopled years; And o'er the bridge, like living loves and fears, Went wild-eyed wingéd things, and shapes of fire, Despairs that wrung their hands for doomed desire, And sheeted forms that shed eternal tears. Ah well I knew those peopled planets, well The folk that passed between them, full of woe And lamentations, and tears poured in vain: And Love it was who thus linked heaven with hell. And let the phantom thoughts go to and fro, My soul and thine across this gulf of pain.